I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)

burning passion, afresh

never thought id be using this title again
interesting how things go, huh?

and through the dreaming, dreaming
i can't tell if you've been waiting
i don't remember what you were like
but you have to know
you're not in control of anyone's heart strings
not even your own
setting ablaze our communication isn't what you do
you were never in charge
you think you're even a functional person nowadays
but don't lie to me
your heart strings ache
getting "played so cruelly"
if you can call me asking
what the issue was between us such a thing
you don't deserve to hold the detonator
you get to sit
and watch
as the flames lick at your feet
and scrape the insides of your legs
and rise around you
before it soon swallows you whole.
you're not a hero
you're not a person
you're mere imitation
walking around, acting the part
but i see right through you
no one would miss you for very long
you're a tool for others
and you drop me for going through my processes
realizing im treating you bad?
you're pathetic
your voice would make a good stock sound
other than that
you're much too useless
for the ones who put you upon pedastals
to lift you
it's chalk drawings on the wall, nothing real
you're still on the ground
and you still have the cuts you did those years ago.
nothing's changed, and neither will you.
your wrists would look nice in a red coat
and your straw body should be seared.

i suppose i should say i never intended for burning passion to be such a long entry
so much for the theme there